"If he could hurt me for being friends with His Majesty, he wouldn't definitely let you off for capturing his heart."
Conan didn't directly say it, but Aries got a gist of what he meant; an admiration turned into an obsession. And as someone who was shackled by these types of trickery of words facade as love, admiration, and such, Aries was aware of how lethal this feeling could develop. It was just as dangerous as anger. Perhaps more dangerous.
"So he's that type, huh?" Aries rocked her head in understanding; a little glad this visit was fruitful.
"He's a little more complicated than that. Actually, even when he is my brother, I can't completely say I know him." Conan smacked his lips and shrugged mildly. "But one thing I do know about him is his prejudice against the outside world — humans in particular."
"And why is that?"
